Daisy breaks into a charismatic smile, and she faces her boyfriend. “Do you want to hug me?” she asks playfully. “No,” he deadpans. He better be sarcastic, and I hate that I can’t tell. Daisy only smiles more and she stretches her arms out on the counter. “Do you want to…” And she mouths, fuck me? Oh shit. “Every fucking minute, Calloway.”
